Capital

Forbidden enjoyment. The wicked rule.

Carve their faces like they carved up the land.

To each his only. Desolate, alone.

Praying to the gods while prey steals your bread.

Lesser men corrupt and evil. They lie.

Furthermore becomes nothingness. Lost time.

Arts and leisure transferred into money.

Greedy stomping tantrum devils, I swear.

Bathe the filthy with hands unclean and dry.

A demon possessed with more sense than them.

Exploit the pieces spilled on the sidewalk.

Collect them up, see what new money makes.

Game of capital, the players are dead.

English: Surpluses (and deadweight loss) creat...

Forgotten unwants come back and they haunt.

Fearless, unrelenting creatures of sin.

Excess to explode, and nothing within.

Heartless, soulless, empty vessels of weird.

Peculiar habits, innocents not claimed.

The forethought recognized, not taken back.

Had it all, want more, forget consequence.

Suffering unseen, eyes don’t remember.

Interpretation of pain, nothing lost.

The hold, the grip, it strangles us today.

My neck, just slip, let it all go away.

Tears are cried, but there is nobody there.

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